Translating Diaries in Douluo, Female Leads All Surrender

Reason might have been hazy, but that love carved into her bone marrow was incomparably clear.

She struggled to prop herself halfway up, tumbling limply and softly into Xiong Shaoqing's embrace, her burning cheek pressing against his solid abdominal muscles. Big Brother... Xiao Wu just said it, I'm willing... Even without this medicine, Xiao Wu would have wanted to be Big Brother's woman long ago...

This deeply affectionate confession carrying a tearful sob acted like a match, thoroughly igniting the very last trace of reason in the depths of Xiong Shaoqing's heart.

Chapter 89: Soft Clouds and Fine Rain

Outwardly, he merely nodded slightly, gathering her into his embrace with gentle movements, but in reality, the soul deep within his heart was so moved it was about to melt.

Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form.

That beast Tang-San, this drug was too damn fierce; the little girl Xiao Wu was practically burning delirious.

However, how could this silly rabbit be so endearing.

Even at a time like this, she still did not forget to confess to ge.

Though ge was a worldly man, for today's wave of detoxifying, ge would definitely bring out twelve points of gentleness and sincerity!

He would never let her suffer the slightest grievance.

Xiong Shaoqing no longer hesitated, his slender fingers groping toward the clothing ties behind her back.

Just as his fingertips brushed against her burning, delicate skin, Xiao Wu let out a forbearance-defying, tender quiver.

She was truly too hot to bear, the incitement of the drug's properties making her far thirstier and more sensitive than usual; she actually took the initiative to match his movement, looping both arms around Xiong Shaoqing's neck and pressing those two soft mounds of hers tightly against his broad, hard chest.

Softness collided with hardness, the snow peaks were pressed until they deformed slightly, and the red berries brushed past Xiong Shaoqing's burning skin through the thin cloth, bringing a wave of scalp-numbing, pleasant itchiness.

"Hiss."

Xiong Shaoqing drew in a sharp breath of air, forcibly suppressing the impulse to simply take her right there on the spot.

"Don't rush, be good."

With his patience, his large palm slid down her smooth, pristine back, his fingertips carrying thin, rough calluses as they caressed every inch of skin across her back with boundless cherishing.

That tender, smooth texture like top-grade mutton-fat jade left him unable to tear himself away.

As the garments completely peeled away, a flawless jade body resembling a maiden of the nine heavens was displayed without reservation before Xiong Shaoqing's eyes.

The two snow-brewed mounds were immaculate and white, round and pretty, and those two points at the tips resembling red plums blooming in the early snow were slightly erect and trembling due to the drug's properties and shyness.

Her slender legs pressed tightly together, that mysterious, as-yet-untouched secluded valley exuding a fatal allure under the dim candlelight.

Gulch.

Xiong Shaoqing clearly heard the sound of himself swallowing saliva.

Too beautiful; who could withstand this?

No, he couldn't rush around like some wet-behind-the-ears kid; he had to be gentle, he had to be gentle.

Dark tides surged within his deep pupils as he slowly lowered his head, his thin lips pressing softly against Xiao Wu's delicately alluring, red lips.

In past days he was always cold as frost and imposing, but the kiss in this moment was unimaginably gentle.

It was just like a spring breeze brushing past the white gardenias on the branches, devoid of the slightest aggressiveness, simply gently holding her lips, repeatedly grinding and sucking, as though tasting the most precious nectar in the mortal world.

"Mmh~"

Xiao Wu was rendered completely limp all over by this gentle kiss, the drug's properties making her yearn for more touches.

She could not wait to part her sandalwood mouth slightly, her nimble, soft tongue actively reaching out, wanting to exact more.

Right at this time when the room was filled with vernal light and the allure grew ever denser.

Outside the inn, beneath the cold night sky of Suotuo City, a hair-trigger, murder-fraught slaughter was precisely unfolding.

"Swish!"

A figure resembling a black lightning bolt slashed across the night sky, sharp cat claws kicking up several bone-chilling radiances as they forcefully tore the giant web woven from Blue Silver Grass before her to shreds straight away.

Zhu Zhuqing landed lightly upon a bluestone slab in a secluded alley.

Her form-fitting black attire outlined a breathtaking curve under the moonlight, but at this moment, that peerlessly beautiful, cold visage was plastered with alarming frost.

At a street corner less than ten paces away from her, Tang San steadied his posture somewhat dishevelledly, the clothes across his chest already torn open by three gashes from that previous claw, faintly oozing fresh blood.

"Zhu Zhuqing, have you gone mad enough yet?"

Tang San's complexion was ashen green, four soul rings lingering around his entire body, especially that profound, black Ten Thousand Year Fourth Ring floating up and down.

He stared fixedly at the young woman before him, yet turbulent waves were churning within the depths of his heart.

How could this be?

Tang San was puzzled beyond measure.

He had just absorbed a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, entering the ranks of a Level 41 Soul Ancestor straight away.

Zhu Zhuqing was merely a Soul Elder in the thirties; on what grounds could she keep up with his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Not only could she keep up, but Zhu Zhuqing's explosive power, physical toughness, and even her preemption of danger actually completely suppressed Blue Silver Entanglement.

He had no inkling that during these past days, through the cruel tempering of Xiong Shaoqing's set of "Archaic Body Tempering Art", Zhu Zhuqing's bodily potential had long since been developed to a terrifying degree.

"Mad? Tang San, I see you are the thorough and utter lunatic."

A blazing fury ignited within the depths of Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, her chest heaving violently.

Whenever she closed her eyes, her mind was entirely filled with the appearance of Xiao Wu burning all over, losing her wits, and struggling in agony.

That was her sister by bond, and that drug's potency was so domineering; who knew what kind of torment Xiao Wu was presently suffering back in the inn.

What if Shaoqing had no way to completely neutralize the toxicity, what if Xiao Wu's foundation was damaged...

At the mere thought of these things, Zhu Zhuqing wished she could tear Tang San limb from limb right now.

"Tang San, you despicable and shameless piece of trash," Zhu Zhuqing gnashed her teeth. "Failing to ambush in a dark alley, you use such cheap aphrodisiacs to harm people."

"To think you still go about everyday with 'justice' and 'brightness' hanging on your lips; your heart is simply dirtier than a rat in a sewer."

Facing this unsparing vitriol, Tang San's delicate visage twisted for an instant.

Yet within his set of warped values, he always stood upon the absolute moral high ground of righteousness.

"Zhu Zhuqing, you've been brainwashed far too deeply by that demon." Tang San put on a heartbroken, compassionate, holy-mother posture as he loudly argued in defense, "Do you think I wanted to use this kind of medicine?"

"That bowl of snow-fungus soup was originally prepared for Xiong Shaoqing; I merely wanted to let Xiao Wu witness his true, beastly face of only knowing how to rut and ignoring his female companion's life and death when the medicine's effect erupted."

The more Tang San spoke, the more justified he felt, and a trace of grievance at being misunderstood even surfaced within the depths of his eyes. "Xiao Wu accidentally drinking the poison was indeed an accident. But isn't this precisely a test?"

"If Xiong Shaoqing truly were an upright gentleman, he should have immediately circulated his soul power to help Xiao Wu force the poison out, or scoured the city for the antidote."

"Yet what about him? He actually carried Xiao Wu straight into a room; he was clearly wanting to take advantage of her vulnerability to defile Xiao Wu's purity, he is the unpardonable demon."

Meanwhile, within the Listening Snow Inn, atop the gauze-fluttering bed of the Heaven-Class Room.

Xiong Shaoqing took advantage of the momentum to pry open Xiao Wu's teeth, entangling that clove-like, stealthily protruding soft tongue.

A hook, a roll, a rub; the two people's breaths immediately blended together, turning warm, humid, and hurried.

"Big Brother..."

Amidst the intertwining of lips and teeth, Xiao Wu let out intermittent, tender moans.

The medicine's power raised a ball of fire within the depths of her lower abdomen, and she writhed her body in forbearance, her slender legs involuntarily wrapping around Xiong Shaoqing's powerful waist.

That most tender and soft spot of hers inadvertently brushed against Xiong Shaoqing's already awakened, hard-as-iron scorching heat through the final thin layer of obstruction.

"Ah~"

Chapter 90: Dense Clouds and Raining Heavens

At merely this gentle brush, Xiao Wu felt as though she had been struck by lightning, her whole body shuddering fiercely as a moan of utmost, sweet-cloying pleasure overflowed from her red lips.

A shameful wave of heat gushed uncontrollably from the deepest depths, instantly dampening her core.

Xiong Shaoqing let out a muffled grunt, the veins on his forehead bulging, and he felt the string of his reason snap with a loud bang.

You're the one who struck the match, little goblin.

He cursed inwardly, the restraint in his depths completely replaced by a wild desire for possession.

Yet the movements of his hands still maintained the utmost cherishing.

His large hand slid all the way down her flat, smooth lower abdomen, slowly probing into that damp, secluded valley.

"Mmh." Xiao Wu abruptly lifted her snow-white, slender neck, her eyes flying wide open with a trace of panic shimmering through the mist of tears, intertwined with extreme bliss.

That place had long since been churned into a muddy mess by the medicine's potency and romantic feelings, the scorching spring fluids slippery as silk.

Xiong Shaoqing's fingertips gently parted those delicate flower lips, giving a light twist to the hypersensitive clitoris.

"Wuwu... Big Brother... Don't... So strange..." Xiao Wu had never experienced this sort of array; that numbness and soreness as if her soul were about to be drawn out made her want to cower away in fear.

Yet her body was far more honest than her reason, not only failing to back away, but instead involuntarily thrusting upward, the flower's opening twitching slightly as though thirsting for more fulfillment.

"Don't be afraid, leave it to me."

Xiong Shaoqing said in a low, husky voice, pacifying her furrowed brow with a gentle kiss while finely grinding with his fingers at the entrance of that secluded valley.

The sound of water was muddy and bashful.

At this moment, in the alley outside the street.

"Shut up!"

Hearing this inverted-right-and-wrong, sickening white-lotus speech, Zhu Zhuqing laughed out of extreme anger.

How could there be such a brazenly shameless person in this world?

"What do you know of potent aphrodisiacs? Once that kind of evil fire enters the body, it fundamentally cannot be forced out by violent soul power; apart from yin-yang union, forcibly suppressing it will only end in the fate of exploding and dying."

The killing intent in the depths of Zhu Zhuqing's eyes condensed almost into substance as she pressed step by step toward Tang San.

"You knew full well the medicine's potency, yet you still poisoned her. In your eyes, Xiao Wu's life and Xiao Wu's purity were nothing more than tools for you to test things out and satisfy your morbid desire for control."

"You don't love her at all; you only love your own hypocritical savior halo."

Zhu Zhuqing's words acted like a sharp scalpel, ruthlessly dissecting the darkest, most unspeakable corners of Tang San's heart.

Tang San's pupils shrank abruptly.

* drivel, I am saving her.*

He cursed inwardly. How dare this bitch Zhu Zhuqing accuse me like this.

What did Zhu Zhuqing understand?

He had lived two lives, and everything he did was most correct.

Xiong Shaoqing had stolen the limelight and snatched the woman that rightfully belonged to him, so he had to die.

Since Zhu Zhuqing was obsessed and willing to act as a running dog for that demon, she couldn't blame him for being ruthless and dealing with Zhu Zhuqing right along with him.

"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Tang San's visage turned completely cold, no longer maintaining that hypocritical, deep affection.

His hands swept across his waist with a sudden motion, and between his ten fingers he instantly clamped Bone-Piercing Nails and willow-leaf flying daggers flashing with a secluded blue light.

"Blue Silver Cage."

The Ten Thousand Year Fourth Soul Ring flared brightly all of a sudden.

Dozens of thick, arm-sized black Blue Silver Grass stalks covered in barbs burst forth without warning from the crevices of the flagstones beneath Zhu Zhuqing's feet, transforming into an indestructible cage as they attempted to trap her firmly in place.

Simultaneously, Tang San's hands waved like phantoms: "Skyful Flower Rain."

Countless hidden weapons steeped in virulent poison blanketed the sky as they enveloped Zhu Zhuqing, who was trapped within the cage, sealing off all her paths of retreat.

"Truly shameless."

Faced with this kind of sure-kill situation, Zhu Zhuqing did not panic in the slightest.

The scene of Xiong Shaoqing holding her hand and guiding her to circulate the "Archaic Body Tempering Art" flashed instantly through her mind.

Sinking one's breath lingeringly into the Dantian, the eruption of the Hell Spirit Cat did not lie in surface-level exertion, but in the condensation of the core...

"Netherworld Hundred Claws."

Zhu Zhuqing drew in a deep breath, the soul power surrounding her whole body exploding forth like boiling water.